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TEST DRIVE MEME 001 (#2)
HAPPY HEARTS HOTEL
You wake up in a padded box. It rocks, gently, as though suspended in mid-air. You begin to stir, confusion or distress pushing you to try to sit up — and then the air begins to smell sweet, and you fall back asleep.You wake up in a padded box. For a moment, you are beatifically calm. You don't know how you got here, or why, but that isn't really all that important. You don't need to know where you are. You're just... here. And here is a wonderful place to be.
But there is a niggling suspicion growing in the back of your mind. A suspicion that here is not somewhere you wanted to be. That it is not where you're supposed to be. You remember... chasing a white rabbit (or was it a person)? A mirror? Bright light, and green ivy crawling over your skin... Before you can worry too much, the box jolts, and then settles, and after a long moment the walls fall from around you to reveal —
A hotel lobby?
"Welcome to the Happy Hearts Hotel and Casino," says an attendant behind a desk. "We're so pleased you could join us for our grand opening gala. We have your room keys and Empathies here, please make an orderly line and we'll hand them out once we've confirmed identities. After that, feel free to explore the hotel! We highly recommend starting with the casino. Everyone's a winner here in Happy Hearts!"
Is this normal? It doesn't feel normal. And hey — you could swear you had shoes before!
I. THE CASINO FLOOR
As you pass through the entrance to the casino floor, an attendant passes you a small bag of chips. The casino is loud and bright and filled with games of every kind — you want to play poker? They've got a table for that. Sabacc? There's a table for that, too. Slots, pachinko, and bingo are just a few of the other games on offer. The attendant in the lobby wasn't lying, either — everyone who plays wins. Everyone, every time.
Servers wander the floor with trays of shotglasses full of multi-coloured liquids, offering them to every Oyster "Compliments of Her Royal Highness." If you're expecting alcohol, though, you'll be surprised — these drinks are teas made of the distilled emotions of every Oyster in the hotel. Each colour of tea corresponds to a different emotion, and as soon as you take a sip, you feel overcome with that emotion.
Servers wander the floor with trays of shotglasses full of multi-coloured liquids, offering them to every Oyster "Compliments of Her Royal Highness." If you're expecting alcohol, though, you'll be surprised — these drinks are teas made of the distilled emotions of every Oyster in the hotel. Each colour of tea corresponds to a different emotion, and as soon as you take a sip, you feel overcome with that emotion.
JOY — the distilled essence of happiness, this tea makes even the most rough and tumble of Oysters giddy with happiness — for a moment. The effect fades into a general sense of contentment and affability after a few seconds, and that itself fades away slowly over the course of twenty minutes.
ANGER — this tea, anger in liquid form, can make the most even-tempered of Oysters ready to absolutely blow a gasket. For twenty minutes, anyone who drinks this tea will find themselves much more easily annoyed, frustrated, and all around irritable and snappy.
SADNESS — distilled sadness is a potent tea, capable of turning a stoic, stalwart Oyster into a blubbering mess in moments. Events that may have previously only been a minor disappointment become the end of the world, every repressed unhappiness comes to the fore, and for twenty minutes, any Oyster who drinks a sadness tea can hardly keep themselves together.
II. MAKING WAVES
If gambling isn't to your interest, there are many other areas of the hotel to explore! For the moment, only The Pool Of Tears and the Pig & Pepper Buffet are available for Oysters to peruse, but the staff assure anyone who asks that the other facilities will be open by the next day. Unfortunately, that means no one can buy any swimsuits from This Elegant Thimble, but the staff aren't going to kick anyone out of the pool for jumping in in their clothes!
There are four main attractions to The Pool of Tears: the pool, the jacuzzi, the wave pool, and the lazy river. The water is always just the right temperature, clean and clear and refreshing. It feels as if the sun shines down from above you, warm and comforting. Scattered through the pool area are clusters of modern lounge chairs, just waiting for someone to come relax in them. The Pool is, in a word, serene.
But not for long. The waves generated by the wave pool begin to get choppier, and larger, until it becomes clear that the generator itself is malfunctioning — too late, however, to avoid the tsunami that crashes through the whole Pool and leaves it flooded. Thankfully, no water escapes into the rest of the hotel, and the hotel staff work quickly to rescue those trapped in the Pool and drain the flooding — but you better hope you can tread water until they get to you!
There are four main attractions to The Pool of Tears: the pool, the jacuzzi, the wave pool, and the lazy river. The water is always just the right temperature, clean and clear and refreshing. It feels as if the sun shines down from above you, warm and comforting. Scattered through the pool area are clusters of modern lounge chairs, just waiting for someone to come relax in them. The Pool is, in a word, serene.
But not for long. The waves generated by the wave pool begin to get choppier, and larger, until it becomes clear that the generator itself is malfunctioning — too late, however, to avoid the tsunami that crashes through the whole Pool and leaves it flooded. Thankfully, no water escapes into the rest of the hotel, and the hotel staff work quickly to rescue those trapped in the Pool and drain the flooding — but you better hope you can tread water until they get to you!
III. EAT ME, DRINK ME
The Pig & Pepper buffet serves lunch foods from across all different cultures, offering something for everyone, and some things you've never even heard of.
On offer with these lunchtime dishes are cookies and biscuits and scones of all kinds, held on tiered trays with signs that proclaim Eat Me! in delightfully whimsical calligraphy. Nearby, hotel staff man a small booth for doling out cups of fruit waters from large pitchers, which have Drink Me! painted playfully on their sides.
It takes a while to feel the effects — perhaps you've even left the Pig & Pepper by the time it happens — but those who eat the cookies and scones inevitably end up growing in size, whether a few inches or feet, and those who drank the fruity water similarly shrink. Eat enough and you might strain the ceiling; drink enough and you'll be the size of a thimble! It's not permanent — if no one else can help you figure out how to get back to normal, the staff certainly will — but it's definitely inconvenient!
On offer with these lunchtime dishes are cookies and biscuits and scones of all kinds, held on tiered trays with signs that proclaim Eat Me! in delightfully whimsical calligraphy. Nearby, hotel staff man a small booth for doling out cups of fruit waters from large pitchers, which have Drink Me! painted playfully on their sides.
It takes a while to feel the effects — perhaps you've even left the Pig & Pepper by the time it happens — but those who eat the cookies and scones inevitably end up growing in size, whether a few inches or feet, and those who drank the fruity water similarly shrink. Eat enough and you might strain the ceiling; drink enough and you'll be the size of a thimble! It's not permanent — if no one else can help you figure out how to get back to normal, the staff certainly will — but it's definitely inconvenient!
IV. WELCOME HOME
Maybe you just want to be alone — well, that's what you have your room key for! Oysters room on the second and third floors of the hotel, one to a room. You were assured your room would be exactly what you'd always wished for — and for some, that's right! It's exactly as you would have decorated it yourself. But for others, their rooms are totally wrong. A grizzled cowboy can't have a pink room! Hotel staff are firm, though: every room is exactly as its owner wants it to be. Search your feelings, Oyster. You know it to be true.
On each bed are the Oysters' personal effects, minus weapons, as well as a towel folded in the shape of a heart, and a single foil-wrapped chocolate. If eaten, the chocolate is delicious, and incites a feeling of tender warmth in Oysters — not lust, but a desire for closeness. Why spend time in your room, when you could go find a new friend in the casino?
On each bed are the Oysters' personal effects, minus weapons, as well as a towel folded in the shape of a heart, and a single foil-wrapped chocolate. If eaten, the chocolate is delicious, and incites a feeling of tender warmth in Oysters — not lust, but a desire for closeness. Why spend time in your room, when you could go find a new friend in the casino?
Welcome to the (second!) first TDM of Happy Hearts, a new panfandom roleplaying game here on DW! If you have any questions, please direct them to the first comment on this page. Happy playing, Oysters!
© tessisamess

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His own mind is running. Forcing himself to collect his calm.]
Same. That's my father's name and that's where I grew up...
[His voice trails off, wavering in uncertainty. He can see the other man is also confused and curious. If he has seen the other Wei Wuxian in this place as the counterpart, that would explain it, but they haven't met, so...
Digging up his own memories, he has to put this gentleman to the test!]
This is bizzare. Are you me? Hanguang-Jun? Lan Zhan? Do you have a brother too? Lan Xichen?
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I do.
[ This is getting more and more bizarre as it goes. ]
I have 33 scars on my back from a whip.
[ He points to his heart. ]
And one here.
[ He doesn't think anyone who knows - which is a total of Xichen and Wei Ying - would tell anyone about his scars. And it would be rarer for anyone but a member of the deceased Wen clan or Wei Ying to determine what the scar on his chest is even from. ]
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Lan Wangji himself isn't inclined to talk about his scars. They are self-inflicted by accident. It was his shame.]
Mn. Same. Same place. Same number.
[Another question that only he knows.]
Do you spend three years in solitary confinement after the Yiling Patriarch death?
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[ Because Hanguang-jun was missing from action for three years, so naturally some people must have noticed. ]
There is another way.
[ He takes out his guqin, and offers it to the other him. He knows every member of the Lan sect, and any living ones he's taught or studied with personally. He knows how they all play, and what level of skill they all have. ]
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[Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. Still, despite having the same name and similar looks, he seems to be sentient and act on his own. So they are in a way separate, which will be helpful to find the difference.
When the other gentleman offers him the guqin. He blinks at him curiously and makes a bow, considering an honor to handle another guqin.]
Do you wish for me to play?
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[ Except he doesn't think he has a whole lot of questions that someone else might not know. Information can be obtained. Skill must be learned. One would have to spend a lot of time and energy to be faking this.
And if their suspicions are correct, then Lan Wangji won't be handling anyone else's guqin, anyway. ]
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[He just needs a table, a smooth, flat surface to place the instrument. After, it's a sturdy instrument, but it is also a weapon.
Skillfully, he placed his hands on the strings, knowing the exact notes. The strings vibrates as he plucks and then he plays, playing the notes in perfect harmony.
Since his spiritual powers are sealed, playing Inquiry as a song by itself will bring forth no spirits. Showing his skill in the language of Qin that is unique to the members of his clan, his skillful playing of Inquiry is proof that he is genuine.]
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Not only this, but the way he moves around the instrument, the way he carries himself... he practices a lot, so he can tell. ]
Hm.
We have come across an impossibility.
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He handed back the gentleman's instrument.]
Hm. The impossible.
[He crosses his arms, eyebrows deeply furrowed as he pondered as to how can this be. Finally, he decides to explain, using information he knows.]
This is Wonderland. It pulls people from other worlds. I am here for nearly three weeks. It's only Wei Wuxian and me.
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[ He hasn't seen him, yet, and won't have recognized him as such because he's not in the body that Lan Wangji will assume he is in. ]
And there are not two of them.
[ Otherwise, Lan Wangji - this one - is late. ]
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[He's pretty sure of that, considering Wei Wuxian explained his memories and it's accurate and in line with his memory from where they last met. Lan Wangji has a good memory.
Naturally, he's curious about the version of his counterpart, wondering if he's chaotic]
I do not know of yours yet. But if you're looking for him, I can help you search.
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[ And therefore, it stands to reason, so are their Wei Yings. Sort of? Maybe that one has green eyes or something. He still thinks that's kind of weird. But anyway. That's not the point. ]
It is another trick of this place.
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[Giving him advice and a warning]
Take precaution and be wary of the food also. Some of them are enchanted. If you eat or drink some of the teas or cookies, those sweets can change your size or affect your emotions.
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[ He was very smol, and it was embarrassing. ]
How do you tell the enchanted food from that which is not?
[ He'd like to be able to just know, instead of potentially walking up to Xiongzhang again with such a pathetic look. ]
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I also observed what the other residents had eaten and watched the effects and paid attention to what the locals eat and will not eat.
If the food is laid out with signs, then most likely it's a trap.
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Mm.
Which room is yours?
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[Gives him the room number by sending it as text to his Empathy device]
You just need to use the elevator.
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[ Who would he trust more with or for information than himself? ]